Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Finding Ms. Wright Blog Tour

Well we are so excited to present to you The Finding Ms. Wright Blog Tour. Here's an interview with the first author from the new Finding Ms. Wright Anthology book coming out November 15th on ebook and November 25th in print. Hope you enjoy for the next two weeks as we interview the other two authors that helped write the anthology. Thanks so much Lori for being with us today to tell about your story in the book.

As a reader, I always wondered how authors developed their characters. In the books I truly
enjoyed, the characters seemed to walk of the page, sit down next to me, and tell me their story.
As I read, I would find myself totally associating and sympathizing with the heroine, and, of
course, falling in love with the hero. I would root for both of them to overcome whatever it was
they needed to overcome, and would sigh with relief, and satisfaction, at the happily ever after.
Wow – seeing it spelled out that way it all seems quite sappy. But I’m a romantic, and that’s
what I love. A sappy, happy ending.
Evelyn and Alexander introduced themselves to me at different times during my writing journey.
Alexander, I’m going to call him Alex, even though he really dislikes that, was first. He walked
right in one morning and started telling me all about how he was waiting for his love, The One,
to awaken him. And could I please get a move on, because he had things to do, namely capturing
an evil Wizard and stopping an inter-world war.
I got moving!
Evelyn came soon afterwards. I was working with my critique group at the time when she
finally noticed I’d been calling for her. She strode over and immediately introduced herself,
saying, “Hello. I’m Evelyn. Evelyn Wright. But you can call me Evie.” Looking over my
shoulder she watched me write notes. “What are you doing?” she asked.
And so she was born.
Getting these two together was quite interesting. I had a basic idea of where I wanted to go, and
what I wanted to so, and once I put it in motion, they just picked everything up and ran off with
it! It’s been quite an interesting ride, with many twists and turns.
I’ve discovered that Evie is a true study of contrasts. She’s hesitant, even suspicious at first, but
once she embraces something, she gives it her all. She is strong, independent, and willful, except
of course when has a weaker moment and needs to be held and comforted and surrounded by
love. To me, she sounds like a typical woman.
Alex, on the other hand, is strong, steadfast, and true. He knows exactly what he needs to do, and
how he needs to do it. He’s hard working and not above getting his hands dirty. He’s loyal to
his people and not above doing whatever it takes to protect those who he considers his, namely
Evelyn and his two sisters, Annora and Analiese. He’s also regal, arrogant, and haughty, but
what else would you expect from a Prince? So, I supposed in his own way, he’s also a study of
The chemistry between these two began immediately. As soon as Evie set eyes on her Prince, she
was enchanted. The story of how he came to be in the chamber where she found him fascinated
her, but she was sick with the thought that maybe she was the one and only person in the world
that could help him. There was such responsibility associated with the whole thing. But he
was just so hot, and there was much at stake, how could she say no? In true Evie fashion, she
pondered and questioned, then made up her mind, took hold of it all, and ran with it.
For Alex, it was love at first sight. She had rescued him from the purgatory he’d endured for
almost 500 years. How could he not love her? Being totally attracted to her was just a bonus.
He loved everything about her - her thoughtful periods as well as her manic. He admired her
independence and her strength, and adored her vulnerability and emotions. In true Prince
Alexander fashion, he captures her in a very large net that gives her the illusion of freedom, but
keeps her close to him. He always opens the net when she sees it and freaks out, but she never
quite leaves it. She’ll walk to the opening, turn and see him waiting for her within the net, and
goes back to him.
Now that’s love!
Together, these two can do anything. I hope they touch my reader’s hearts as much as they did

...That was only one of the facts that made the town unique. There was also the almost
pristine state of the structures. Abandoned buildings soon lost their human feel and fell into
disrepair, but this town was different. It was almost as if people had been living there until
just yesterday. Add the strange fact that although it was located close to several modern day
mountain towns, it had never been discovered.
It sure made you think twice.
Seafarers tell the tale of the Flying Dutchman – a ghost ship doomed to sail the seas
forever. Was this town similar, doomed to exist in a pristine state, but forever without people?
She had been busy pondering the supernatural possibilities of just such an occurrence
when her boot met with a heavy object strewn across the path. Whatever it was had halted
her forward progress and effectively trapped her foot. She’d hopped once, twice trying to free
herself from the entanglement, with no success. The conflict between her trapped lower body
and her advancing upper half caused her to lose balance. She’d fallen heavily, landing on her
hands and one knee. The impact scattering those pebbles along the path that were not trapped
beneath her palms, gouging into the tender skin. The thick material of her jeans had protected
her knees, but the loose rocks and gravel had stung as they poked and dug into the soft tissue
of her hands. She’d quickly sat back on her heels and dusted off her hands, looking for blood.
There hadn’t been any, but the indentations and discoloration where the larger rocks embedded
themselves indicated she would likely have a bruise or two come morning. A quick query of the
rest of her only turned up a slight throb in her right knee. She’d rolled over onto her hip and then
sat down in the middle of the path, rubbing the soreness out.
She remembered thinking “What the hell did I trip over?” before she’d looked around. She’d
seen the sword almost immediately. It had been laying there, in a scabbard, along a mountain
path in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
And she’d tripped over the damn thing. What are the chances?
Looking at it, she’d been fascinated, almost enchanted. It hadn’t been just any old sword. It
was shiny and long, with a jewel encrusted hilt, and housed in an elaborately decorated metal
scabbard. Without thinking, she’d reached out and picked it up.
The second she’d touched it, the metal emitted a thrumming noise and a low vibration,
almost as if the metal were singing. A pulse had run from her hand up her arm and into her
shoulder. In the next second, she’d gone from being sprawled along a forest path, sprinkled
with bits of sunshine filtering through the fragrant pines, to sitting on her ass in a fancy covered
enclosure of some kind.
And all she could think was “What the hell just happened?”
Evie looked around her, trying to gauge where she was in the available dim light. The
spacious chamber that held her was circular and constructed from what looked to be blocks
of white stone, possibly marble. It was a large space, so much so that she had to crane her
neck from side to side to see the entirety of the room. Several darkened alcoves intermittently
branched off from the main chamber.
The space vaguely resembled an inner sanctuary of a church, or perhaps a very elaborate
tomb. She’d never been to the Taj Mahal, but she’d seen pictures and this place did bear some
There was no noise, no low thrum of traffic. No sweet song of birds or the hushed
movements of animals. It was comfortably warm, so much so that she could feel neither
warmth nor coolness. It was a perfect environment - calm, comfortable, and quiet. There was
an odor, but it was hard to place. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant, Evie found it unusual yet
familiar, rather like the scents she experienced the last time she was treasure hunting in her
grandmother’s attic.
“I should have listened to you, Momma.” Evie’s voice rang out through the chamber, echoing
wildly as it ran along the arched ceiling. There it splintered into multiple veins before returning to
her in a cacophony of sound.
The perverted distortion gave the appearance of others in the chamber, their voices flowing
over hers in waves. Each new swell resembled her, but it was not her voice.
She couldn’t see well enough to be sure, but the sounds around her indicated she may
not be alone in the dim light. Her fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in, sending an
unpleasant surge of hot adrenalin bursting forth from her gut. It burned as it spread through her
body. A sheen of perspiration soon coated her overheated skin, the contrast making her feel
agitated and trembly. The horrifying thought that she could be trapped with someone or worse,
something left her terrified.
What the hell was going on here?...

Lori’s love of reading has transcended to include penning her
own tales of romance. She is experimenting with writing in
several different genres, including paranormal – a definite
favorite. “There is just so much you can do when you step
outside the known world,” she explains “and creating a
paranormal story allows you to take yourself and your readers
anywhere your imagination wants to go!” Her debut novella,
Evelyn, will be published as part of the Finding Ms. Wright:
Three Tales of Extraordinary Love anthology available from 5
Prince Publishing in November.

Finding Ms. Wright Blurb

Demon Prince Eric Wyvern must have Cassandra. Boldly, he kidnaps the gifted psychic
from a mountain inn, taking her to his dark underworld. Held captive, her key to freedom
is agreeing to his terms. Neither expects to fall in love and unlock the secrets that can save
both worlds. – M.L. Guida
Paranormal hunter Andrew Grant has less than a week to locate a stone and thwart a
wizard’s bid for ultimate power. Sia holds the key to his success and to his heart. Only
together can they discover love and save the world. – Hillary Seidl
Five hundred year old Prince Alexander needs a woman, and only archaeologist Evelyn will
do. Their magical kiss sparks more than mere romance – it creates a key that will open their
hearts to a true love that will save their worlds. – Lori Corsentino
Three men, each on a crucial mission to save their way of life, seek their true mates –
women who unknowingly hold the key to their very survival.

Release date November 15th.
Publisher 5 Prince Publishing

1 comment:

  1. Thank You so much for including us in your blog tour! :)